Broken-treaties

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Aaron Huey’s photographs show a deep historical wound.

With fearless sensitivity, he tells the story of manifest destiny through the eyes of the Lakota Indians. His haunting photos reveal how devastating that legacy still is today. “The suffering of indigenous peoples is not a simple issue to fix,” he says in his TEDTalk. But he offers a way forward, asking us all to learn the real history and honor the broken treaties. 

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[Standing Rock is] a confrontation not only between two groups of people, but between two world views. The space between the lines vibrates with tensions of race, historical trauma, broken treaties, money and politics, love and fear. But the underlying issue that charges the air, mixing with the smells of tear gas and sage, is the global contest between two deeply different ideas about the true meaning of land.

On one side is the unquestioned assumption that land is merely a warehouse of lifeless materials that have been given to (some of) us by God or conquest, to use without constraint. On this view, human happiness is best served by whatever economy most efficiently transforms water, soils, minerals, wild lives, and human yearning into corporate wealth. And so it is possible to love the bottom line on a quarterly report so fiercely that you will call out the National Guard to protect it.

On the other side of the concrete barriers is a story that is so ancient it seems revolutionary.  On this view, the land is a great and nourishing gift to all beings. The fertile soil, the fresh water, the clear air, the creatures, swift or rooted: they require gratitude and veneration. These gifts are not commodities, like scrap iron and sneakers. The land is sacred, a living breathing entity, for whom we must care, as she cares for us. And so it is possible to love land and water so fiercely you will live in a tent in a North Dakota winter to protect them.

I cannot express my respect for the standing rock reservation protesters in deep enough terms. Native Americans face huge amounts of violence from police, from broken treaties and systemic constant racism, from all sides, from being talked about as if their communities no longer exist– I hope that in ten years, or twenty, when fresh clean water is a scarce resource, we remember who was fighting the good fight.

REST IN POWER, ANNA MAE PICTOU AQUASH!
This month marks 40-years since the murder/death of the Mi'kmaq activist/warrior! Anna Mae would have been 70 years old.

About Anna Mae Pictou Aquash (March 27, 1945 – mid-December 1975):

Annie Mae PictouAquash (Mi’kmaq name Naguset Eask) was a Mi’kmaq activist from Nova Scotia, Canada, who became a member of the American Indian Movement, on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, United States during the mid-1970s.
Aquash participated in the 1972 Trail of Broken Treaties and occupation of the Department of Interior headquarters in Washington, DC; the Wounded Knee Incident in 1973; and armed occupations in Canada and Wisconsin in following years. On February 24, 1976, her body was found on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota; she was initially determined to have died from exposure but was found to have been executed by gunshot. Aquash was thirty years old at the time of her death.

Controversy on Leonard Peltier & the death of Anna Mae Pictou Aquash:

“On Feb. 24th, 1976, the badly decomposed body of a woman was discovered by Rancher Roger Amiotte, while mending fences. On or about Dec.12th, 1975 in the early hours just before dawn broke, the light of a sister who came from the land of the dawn was snuffed out by AIM members. Treated like an animal, she was kidnapped, beaten, raped, interrogated, shot and then callously dumped over a ravine to rot in the badlands. Her name was Annie Mae Pictou Aquash. Betrayed she laid in the snow and watched the sun rise thinking of her family and beloved land of the dawn as she drifted off into death. She left behind a legacy of truth and empowerment that many use to this day to see them thru struggles in everyday life but sadly, few know the domestic torture and violence she suffered in her last few days of life. Very few know who Annie Mae was and what she stood for. She was a quiet humble person who loved to laugh yet would not think twice to step between a dueling couple to protect her sisters. She was a staunch advocate for women’s rights and often spoke the uncomfortable truth within her own group and they silenced her for that. She was betrayed and died a vicious cruel death while “AIM warriors” looked on. To this day those “warriors” including Leonard Peltier continue to hold their tongues and support her murderers publically. Remember Annie Mae today; she walked her talk.“

- Denise Pictou Maloney
https://www.facebook.com/AnnieMaePictouAquash

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Hot clean water
wash away
the clumsy kisses
of the night before

wash away
the overflowing ashtrays and flirtations
the growling stomach

wash away
the insatiable appetite
for broken treaties
and trespassed boundaries

Morning shower
wash away
the man I want to be
so I can live with
the one I am

— 

Max Mundan, Ashtrays and Flirtations

© David Rutter 2015

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Here's a thought:

Why aren’t we teaching the unbiased view of history?

The genocides and broken treaties, the medical experiments on prisoners, every single war?

The vaccines, the massive technological advancements, the long standing foreign aid?

Seriously folks, if we want to raise a generation of kids who have a functioning concept of how the world works, we need to show them everything.

The fact that each country teaches it’s kids a watered down and one sided view of history is bullshit.

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As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet,
You can hear their cries in the crashing water.
Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam.
The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest…
Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here.
Forgotten.
A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls.
The water passes over stone, falling so far below.
Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam.
Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains,
treading beneath looming cliff.
The cool, still air permeating your skin.
The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome.
The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen.
The forest is haunted!

My issue with the way that the Dakota Access Pipeline has been framed is that it has been framed a-historically, as if there is no history behind it and as if this is just a group of indians that are in the way. Like ‘they are illegally trespassing’ when actually no, they are on their own treaty land, and this whole conversation with regards to that particular pipeline needs to be framed in terms of sovereignty. This is the equivalent of the US telling Canada “you guys have to go back 5 miles, because this is ours now”- and this destroys the idea of sovereignty. You’re not a sovereign nation if another nation just decides to take your land when they want it.


The this is a federal offense. This is Lakota land, violating treaties is a federal offense- but if you’re the feds you don’t have to worry about making federal offenses.


The way I wish we could reorient this conversation is to recognize that treaties were broken and treaties are only signed between nations, thats why the US does not have treaties with States, because the United States created states, but the US did not create us, we were here before then, which is why they had to sign treaties with us, and then they broke those treaties

—  Sterling HolyWhiteMountain (Ep. 23, Politically Re-Active with W. Kamau Bell & Hari Kondabolu) #NoDAPL 

Hot clean water
wash away
the clumsy kisses
of the night before

wash away
the overflowing ashtrays and flirtations
the growling stomach


wash away
wash away


wash away
the insatiable appetite
for broken treaties
and trespassed boundaries


Morning shower
wash away
the man I want to be
so I can live with
the one I am

— 

Max Mundan, Ashtrays and Flirtations

© David Rutter 2016

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